Category : Poems

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Its easy to become addicted
to the constant routine
of waking up exhausted
and feeling the helplessness settle deeper into your chest. 

Its easy to become addicted 
to the closure a red-capped bottle brings
something about knowing its there
and how wonderfully close it is
settles the raging anxiety 
that claws at the inside of my skin
"We have an escape."

Its easy to become addicted 
to the burn of a knife 
painting lines across a fragile canvas
allowing myself to press harder
and let the ink spill
and release the demons that hide there.

Its easy to become addicted
to the numbness that white pills bring
the silence that cloaks my mind in a haze
and lets me enjoy the quiet for once in a long time 
hours pass
but it feels as though the haze only lasts moments.
The silence never lasts.

Its easy to become addicted
to the nothingness that sleep offers
the escape from reality it promises
and the step closer to death is brings me.

Its easy to become addicted
to the sweet toxicity 
that is self-destruction
its shrouded intentions
and enchanting whisper 
caress my mind
and offer escapes from time to time.

It's easy to become addicted
but it's harder to live.